I've already reached the Nascent Soul stage, and you're saying I didn't time travel?

Chapter 141 The Myriad Phenomena Return to Origin Technique

Ituri Province, eastern Democratic Republic of Congo.

Adumbi Gold Mine, Block 67.

Seeing the armed men patrolling the mine in the distance, Ominga felt a sense of relief.

Although the other party consisted of armed personnel, they were not from the Free Army of Kazenbe, but belonged to the Allied Army.

Armed forces are vying for control of Ituri Province, with various factions constantly fighting each other over the huge gold mining area. Smaller factions are eliminated every day, while new ones rise.

However, based on Ominga's 27 years of military experience, even among the leaders of these forces, only a very small number survive to the end.

If the leader is like this, then the armed personnel below the leader are even more so.

Take himself as an example. He has escaped death several times on the battlefield. It is unbelievable that he has survived to this day and been promoted to a member of Cazenbe's personal guard.

Even as a member of the Free Army's enviable personal guard, Ominga still frequently wakes up from nightmares.

His comrades who died on the battlefield and the enemies he personally killed all told him in his dreams that everyone was waiting for him.

He couldn't see the future; staying here would mean certain death.

If not this time, then next time.

Therefore, he had been planning his escape for a week.

Escaping the Free Army wasn't difficult; the problem lay in life afterward.

His talent for cultivation is not high; he is currently only at the Transformation Realm and has not yet reached the Innate Realm.

One's innate qualities are a threshold for qualitative change; only by breaking through these innate limitations can one achieve comprehensive improvements in lifespan, identity, status, and so on.

Even with only the basic skill of neutralizing internal energy, and lacking any other special skill, life outside will still be extremely difficult.

He had had enough of that miserable life.

So from the beginning, he planned to get some of his future wages in advance from Cazebey.

After all, Cazenbe had always been very stingy with them, and even his personal guards were not well-off.

Fortunately, as a member of the bodyguard, he had access to many important locations of the Free Army, which laid the foundation for his subsequent actions.

Ominga had planned to steal a batch of gold dust, but the unexpected task of cultivating cicada nests disrupted his plans.

But it also led him to a new goal.

Cicada sap!

Cicada sap is more precious than gold!

After targeting cicada venom, he began researching how to steal it. Ultimately, he managed to deceive others by relying on his past image as an honest and loyal person, and then used laxatives to lure his colleagues away, successfully carrying out the theft.

He originally had the opportunity to take all seven remaining portions of cicada nectar.

But considering that this would drive Cazembe completely insane and drive him to hunt him down at all costs, he ultimately only stole two copies.

One copy for sale, one copy for backup.

Even so, when the familiar alarm sounded and he saw countless armed men searching all over the mountains, he couldn't help but wonder why stealing only two copies had angered Kazenbe so much.
Even if you pay five protection fees, you'll still have at least three left. Why keep chasing after him? Aren't you afraid that your mortal enemy might take advantage of the situation and launch an attack?
But in any case, he eventually escaped, escaping the Free Army's territory.

However, we still cannot let our guard down.

Before he could successfully sell the cicada nectar in exchange for enough valuable items, his situation remained extremely dangerous. Given the immense value of the cicada nectar, it wouldn't be surprising if he were killed at any moment.

After thinking it over, Ominga made special preparations for this.

Shortly afterward, as a tan military jeep pulled up nearby, he emitted three bird calls.

Upon hearing the code word, the burly driver immediately came out and led him to the car.

There were four people in the car: besides him, there was the burly driver, the middle-aged man in a black robe and veil sitting in the passenger seat, and the shrewd-looking civil official sitting next to him.

They were Indians who had tried to buy cicada venom from Kazenbei on behalf of India and had pleaded on their behalf internationally, but were rejected by Kazenbei.

That's why he specifically contacted them, trying to sell them cicada venom.

To be honest, he would rather trade with powerful countries like the United States and Russia than with India. The problem is that those powerful countries don't even dare to offend Kazenbe. If he were to contact them, they might just sell him off to Kazenbe.

He didn't dare to gamble.

Therefore, the only option was to approach the Indians who had been harshly rejected by Kazenbe.

"Where's the stuff?"

The civil official next to him asked calmly, as if he didn't take him seriously at all.

Ominga wasn't angry; he simply took out a small test tube containing a cloudy white liquid.

The civil official handed the test tube to the middle-aged man in black robes in the passenger seat. The man examined it briefly, then dripped a drop out, tasted it, and nodded at him.

The civil servant, holding the test tube, turned to look at Ominga and asked suspiciously:

"That's it?"

"Of course not, these are just samples."

Ominga grinned:

"After all, I haven't seen what I wanted."

The civil servant opened his personal safe, which contained one million dollars, and on top of that was a sealed bag containing a chrysanthemum.

Seeing this, Ominga took out a glass bottle, only about an inch tall and the size of an ordinary medicine bottle, from his person and handed it directly to the civil official.

After the two sides made their exchange, before the civil official could even examine it carefully, Ominga tore open the sealed bag and swallowed the ghost chrysanthemum on the spot.

Instantly, astonishing heat emanated from his entire body, and his skin turned bright red from head to toe, resembling a steamed red shrimp.

Once the effects of the medicine wore off, and realizing that he was only a tiny bit away from achieving the innate level, Ominga was overjoyed.

At this moment, the man in black robes sitting in the passenger seat slowly said:

"You shouldn't take the Ghost Face Chrysanthemum like that. You should take it every now and then. You're wasting its medicinal effects by taking it this way. It should have helped you easily break through to the Innate Realm."

"I'm rather impatient."

Ominga chuckled twice.

He knew that he should take the medicine slowly since it had appeared at the auction, but he was afraid that the Indians would kill him on the spot after the transaction, so it was better to take it in advance.

This is also why he chose to sell only one million dollars in his first transaction, but bundled it with the 'Ghost Face Chrysanthemum' which had previously fetched a high price of eighty million dollars.

After swallowing the Ghost Face Chrysanthemum, the eighty million vanished instantly. Presumably, the Indian wouldn't go back on his word for a mere million.

Moreover, the cicada venom he sold to Ominga this time was only half of a portion; he had other backup plans.

Just as Ominga was preparing to discuss the follow-up deal with the civil servants.

With a piercing scream, the driver in the driver's seat was instantly blown off in the head.

The man in black quickly slammed on the brakes, causing the car to lurch violently and nearly flip over.

At this time, attacks continued to come at them.

It wasn't a bullet, but just an ordinary pebble.

The entire car was smashed and clanged, the steel doors were dented, and some of the thinner parts of the sheet metal were even pierced by stones on the spot.

Just as the jeep was about to be blown up by an unknown enemy, a loud bang was heard, and the door was suddenly pushed open from the inside.

With a whooshing sound, three stones that came hurtling towards them were shattered by the black-robed man's punch.

He said to the still-shaken civil official and Ominga behind him:
"You go first."

Ominga quickly climbed into the driver's seat, started the car immediately, and, relying on his familiarity with the route, sped forward with the civil servant in tow.

At this point, the attacker, dressed in a gray-yellow military uniform and wearing a monkey-face mask, did not continue the attack.

He looked at the middle-aged man in black robes opposite him, whose veil had fallen off, and said in a low, muffled voice:
"I didn't expect you to value this deal so much, with even the High Priest Kumar, a Grandmaster, personally making an appearance."

"I've arrived at the perfect time, haven't I?"

Kumar slowly said:
"If I hadn't been there, they probably wouldn't have known which grandmaster had attacked them until they died."

He paused for a moment, then continued:
"Urusu, who gave you the courage to provoke our great Bharata?"

Ulusu, a Southeast Asian scholar, once used the name of a cicada's nest as an apprenticeship fee to recruit students online, but he didn't expect that his identity would be exposed by the other party so quickly.

He stiffened slightly, then simply threw away the monkey face mask, revealing a typical Southeast Asian face with high cheekbones and protruding lips.

"It's not that I'm targeting you specifically, it's just that this happened to be the case."

"After the Free Army incident broke out, many Grandmasters have come to the vicinity to keep an eye on the cicada sap they just collected and to gather all sorts of information."

"Unfortunately, your Indian intelligence network is so leaky, I'm not the only one who knows you're going to make a deal here."

"Rather than letting the cicada sap in your hands fall into the hands of others, you should entrust it to me for safekeeping. At least I will be very grateful to you."

Upon hearing Ulusu's utterly shameless remarks, Kumar, who was usually very composed, couldn't help but laugh in anger.

"So you're saying I should thank you?"

"There's no need for verbal thanks; just hand over the cicada nectar to me."

"Then let's see if you have the ability to take it!"

With that, Kumar dashed forward, his steps heavy, kicking up a cloud of mud and sand behind him.

"Black Jade Technique!"

"The Flower-Picking and Leaf-Gathering Hand!"

Kumar's every move was powerful and heavy, deeply capturing the essence of the "Black Jade Skill".

However, in order to save his life, Ulusu mastered the "Flying Flower and Leaf Picking Hand" technique to the fifth level.

The two fought fiercely, one attacking and the other circling, sweating profusely, but barely exchanging blows. Seeing that neither could gain the upper hand, Urusu was about to declare a truce when Kumar pounced again.

Ulusu instinctively dodged to the side.

But at that moment, Kumar's lips suddenly curled up in a smile:

Do you think you're the only one who's learned the "Flying Flowers and Plucking Leaves Technique"?

The moment he finished speaking, he floated to Urusu's side like a ghost and slammed his palm down on Urusu's chest.

"not good!"

Ulusu instinctively crossed his arms to block.

There was a muffled sound.

He immediately staggered backward, his left arm fractured on the spot, and he felt a throbbing pain in his chest.

Kumar was preparing to seize the opportunity to deal a heavy blow to his opponent when his advancing figure suddenly darted to the side.

Almost as soon as he dodged to the side, a bullet shot out and hit Urusu's left arm, causing a burst of blood mist.

Ulusu grunted, but Kumar looked coldly in the direction from which the attack came.

A middle-aged man dressed in gray linen clothes crawled out of the bushes with a regretful expression.

Upon seeing him, Kumar immediately frowned:

"The island nation's grandmaster, Kanzaki Takuma?!"

"As expected of the Indian high priest, he was able to dodge such a stealthy attack. It's a pity that I wanted to kill two birds with one stone, but in the end I only got hit by one."

As he spoke, a look of regret appeared on his face.

"You're here for cicada nectar too?"

"Of course. I don't know if cicada vesicle fluid can cure osteophyte disease, but it is a genuine tonic for qi and blood."

Those below the Grandmaster level may experience various side effects from the impurities in cicada jelly.

But as grandmasters, we possess abundant qi and blood, and can completely refine even the slightest impurities. This is precisely the most suitable precious medicine for us.

"If we have enough, it would be no problem to elevate us to the Grandmaster level in a short time. Who could resist taking advantage of the cicada nectar then?"

Kanzaki Takuma casually tossed aside his empty, high-precision small-caliber sniper rifle and strode forward.

"But judging from your current state, even if I made a slight mistake just now, I should still be able to succeed."

"Why don't we just hand over the cicada nectar directly, so we can avoid further fighting?"

"I don't have cicada sap on me."

Kumar said coldly.

Kanzaki Takuma couldn't help but laugh out loud:
"What are you guys fighting? Are you just playing around?"

"Believe it or not, I really don't have cicada venom on me."

Kumar replied calmly.

"It seems I'm being forced to take action; they really won't shed tears until they see the coffin."

Kanzaki Takuma twisted his wrist and stepped out.

But then he stopped walking, his expression turned to surprise, and he turned to look at the road to his left.

Kumar and Ursu both looked to the left.

On the dusty dirt road, an SUV suddenly braked to a stop.

The car door opened, and a dark-skinned boy who looked extremely young stepped out of the car.

Upon seeing Kanzaki Takuma and the others opposite him, an barely suppressed excitement shone in his eyes:
"Luckily, I received the news and rushed over in time, so I didn't miss this battle between grandmasters."

Upon seeing him approach, everyone around him, including the usually composed High Priest Kumar, was now on high alert.

"Mufasa, you've also come for the cicada nectar?"

"I don't care about cicada saliva at all."

Mufasa clenched his fist tightly:
"All I want is a thrilling, exhilarating battle!"

madman!

A complete lunatic!
Upon hearing Mufasa's remarks, Kumar and the other two couldn't help but share the same thought.

How dangerous is a battle between grandmasters? It can easily result in serious injury or even death.

Who would make a move so easily if there weren't sufficient benefits?
But this guy seems to want to fight with people every day.

However, he also possessed extremely high martial arts talent, and even reached the Grandmaster realm faster than them.

"Mufasa, let's join forces to deal with them, and then we'll share the cicada nectar!"

Ulusu, whose left arm had been severely injured, suddenly spoke up and took the initiative to invite Mufasa.

Mufasa glanced at him, his brows furrowing slightly.

He then looked at Kumar and Takuma Kanzaki, and slowly assumed a starting stance:

"Fine, you can all come at me together."

For a moment, the three of them felt it was absurd.

But Mufasa was eager to try:

"I'm coming."

As he spoke, he flashed away and suddenly slammed down with his palm.

Amidst the fierce explosion, Kumar and his two companions were thrown back seven or eight steps, their blood boiling.

Seeing this, Mufasa said with some disappointment:
"Everyone says that the 'Wind-Piercing Palm' is only good for bullying noobs, but it seems you guys are no different from noobs."

"Could it be that I didn't put enough pressure on you, making you unwilling to take this battle seriously?"

"In that case, I'm going to go all out!"

Before he finished speaking, he immediately rushed closer and started a fierce battle on the spot.

On that day, Mufasa defeated three masters single-handedly.

The news sent shockwaves around the world!
For many low-level martial artists who are still struggling at the Qi level, the term "Grandmaster" is a very distant concept.

If one successfully advances to the Grandmaster level, it will be a joyous occasion that can be celebrated with a grand banquet for everyone in the surrounding area.

Even for some small countries, the appearance of a grandmaster can provide a significant boost to national combat power.

No one had ever imagined that there could be such a huge gap between grandmasters.

To fight three opponents alone and still manage to defeat them sounds like a joke.

Mufasa may be a martial arts genius, but who isn't a martial arts genius who can advance to the Grandmaster level so quickly?
Kumar, Ursu, and Kanzaki Takuma are all top-tier fighters in their respective countries.

However, he was defeated by Mufasa at the same time.

Could it be that their Grandmaster level is fake?

In the morning, as soon as the live stream started, netizens began to discuss it:

"I heard that the other three Grandmasters had already fought before Mufasa made his move, which is why they lost to him."

“Indeed, this is not a fair fight. Ulusu even had a gunshot wound to his arm. Who the hell allowed the use of firearms in a martial arts battle?”

"Honestly, even with firearms, unless you put the muzzle of a gun to their head on the spot, you shouldn't be able to hit a Grandmaster under normal circumstances. I even suspect that even if you put the gun to their head, they might still be able to dodge it, after all, their reaction speed is just too fast."

"Ordinary people definitely can't hit it with a gun, but it's hard to say if a master uses a gun."

"Even when Urusu and the others were weakened, they were still defeated by Mufasa in a three-on-one fight. I think no one would disagree that Mufasa is among the top masters, right?"

"Although Mufasa is very strong, he can only be ranked T1 at most among the Grandmasters. You can't ignore someone like Xu Wei who is T0."

"Indeed, Mufasa's only defeat was against Xu Wei. Even if he later advanced to Grandmaster, he would most likely still be no match for Xu Wei. I have no objection to ranking him as T0."

"The key point is that even excluding T0 players like Xu Wei, the Great Qian Dynasty, with its three-day lead and the boost from spiritual plants like Silver Gang Grass, has at least several, or even a dozen, T1 players like Mufasa."

"Is that really possible? How could there be so many martial arts geniuses?"

"Don't forget that the Great Qian Dynasty has 1.4 billion people."

“I, Bharata, also have 1.4 billion people.”

"Does Bharata have a culture of martial arts training? Can one easily understand the martial arts of the floating continent? Is there a three-day advance notice? Are there so many Yang Yang Pills and Yin Yang Pills? Are there a large harvest of spiritual plants on the island?"

"Stop talking, stop talking, or Third Brother will break down."

"The strength of a Grandmaster is so great that it is simply unattainable. When will Master Qi be able to release a martial arts manual to improve the combat power of us lower-level martial artists?"

“Indeed, yesterday we found a Xiantian master to practice with, and he casually used the Wind-Dispelling Palm to beat several of us Huajin masters so badly that we were speechless on the spot. He should at least teach us some martial arts that can help us lower-level martial artists to exert our power.”

"God Qi, please save the child."

……

As if he had heard the voices of millions of netizens, after the live broadcast started in the morning, Qi Xuan did not continue searching in the vicinity, but instead dealt with a red-haired square-eared bear that had just been hunted down on Sunday.

While frying a bear paw the size of a steering wheel, he casually said to the camera:

"Last night I dreamed of a martial art called 'The Return of All Things to the Origin Technique.' Unlike 'The Wind-Dispelling Palm,' which is often used to bully weaker opponents, this martial art is actually used to focus fire on powerful masters."

"Since I have spread the technique of crushing weaklings and greatly enhanced the destructive power of experts, it is time to create a technique that can counteract this. Perhaps it can have an unexpected and miraculous effect in dealing with those experts who are causing trouble everywhere."

"I hope this martial arts manual can help those who need it."

(End of this chapter)